My Grandpa, John Sullivan?

by Frank Wood
(White Plains, New York)

When I was a little boy, I used to drive my bike by one of Mr. Rockwell's former homes in Mamaroneck, New York. I knew this because of a small marker out front notifying people that he had once lived there.

My mom had told me a story of Norman Rockwell painting a picture of my grandfather at a local parade for war veterans.

My grandfather was wounded in World War One and received a Purple Heart for his actions. My grandfather's name was John Sullivan.

I have always treasured this story, and when I was young, we went to the Norman Rockwell Museum and always felt some sort of "connection" to such an iconic American legend. Needless to say I have that picture of Story of the Lost Battalion on my wall displayed with much pride. And by the way i have a cousin who looks very much like the solider in the picture, my grandfather, John Sullivan.

Comments for My Grandpa, John Sullivan?

Frankie
What a beautiful commentary about your grandfather. When I was born he was 54 years old.
Pretty tough for a man of that age to be raising a little girl. Although it was difficult for him to communicate with me, he showed his love in many other ways. He spoiled me rotton but more that that we spent quality time together. On Sundays in the winter we would go ice skating at Playland. Of course he didn't skate but he was sure I had private lessons. In the summer every Sunday we went to the movies where he would let me fill up on popcorn and soda!!! You were 5 months old when he died. I remember bringing you to his bedside with your brother so we could say our final goodbyes. Thank you for remember my father.
Love, Mom